THREE PHASES

POEM

In the sunrise of his life

cool, breezy sun enveloped his body 

planted kisses on him,

fondled him, elated him.

In the noon of his life,

when the sun was at his peak

a fresh life rushed down his veins 

like a stream

made him vibrant, energetic and dynamic

dreamt and wished an everlasting

noon throughout.

Time doesn’t have a stop

dragged him to

the precipice of sunset in his life

and like the sun loses his steam

towards  the end of the day

slowly, slowly

moved down in the western horizon,

he too lost his verve, vigour and virility

and was pushed into

a corner of his existence

with no sign of turning back……

FEAR PSYCHOSIS

POEM

Friend,

these are frightening times

these are appalling times

spread across our land.

Plants dare not bloom and smile

in our gardens,

afraid of being plucked away

and torn to pieces.

Birds feel caged

and fear to fly over here.

Streams lay congealed out of fear 

and

winds stand still

not a single leaf dares to move.

These are frightening,

times over here,

dreaded times over here.

Awaiting winds of

freedom we remain

and we are here

to fight to the hilt

to firm up our hard-earned freedom. 

'DOORAM ARIKE'

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THIS METRO

POEM

I like the surging

waves of crowds of this city

I love to be a part of it.

One among thousands,

a faceless being.

It rids me of false sense of my identity

of my excessive pride,

my hubris.

I love the hustle and bustle of this city,

the spell binding noises,

piercing  my ear-drums,

the wild music.

The louder my voice

the louder my laughter

the higher the wild music,

like the incessant thunder showers .

it drowns my false sense of my loud voice

at its peak which could sink

the wild music of this city.  

I love the high-rise buildings of this city,

the multi-storeyed noises

that top - of the - world feeling

when I stay rooted

on the balcony of the top-most floor.

The thick concrete

forests along the

length and breadth of this metro,

reminds me of the top hills,

the verdant hills,

the verdant landscape,

the azure streams,

lakes and ponds

the ocean of paddy fields

which ONCE adorned my far-away village.

The concrete forests bereft of greenery 

fills me with the scent of nostalgia.

THE HAZE

POEM

Looking from here

in this misty evening

the faraway hill and

its lush greenery enveloped by 

the smoke screen of haze

like my  perplexed cloudy mind,

which hides my

otherwise my crystal clear, transparent mind.

How long should I wait

for the rise of a

new Sun, a new dawn 

which wipes  away the

haze of the faraway hill

unveiling the thick greenery

and the sky-touching hill.

How long should I wait

for the smoke screen of perplexity

covering my mind fades away.